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Psalm 39:5 - New International Version (Anglicised)

5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Behold, You have made my days as [short as] handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in Your sight. Truly every man at his best is merely a breath! Selah [pause, and think calmly of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah

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Common English Bible

5 You’ve made my days so short; my lifetime is like nothing in your eyes. Yes, a human life is nothing but a puff of air! Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.

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Psalm 39:5
17 Tagairtí Cros  

And Jacob said to Pharaoh, ‘The years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty. My years have been few and difficult, and they do not equal the years of the pilgrimage of my fathers.’


But Barzillai answered the king, ‘How many more years shall I live, that I should go up to Jerusalem with the king?


‘My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.


They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.


When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth – surely everyone is but a breath.


Surely the lowborn are but a breath, the highborn are but a lie. If weighed on a balance, they are nothing; together they are only a breath.


Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!


Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.


‘Meaningless! Meaningless!’ says the Teacher. ‘Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.’


Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.


Before him all the nations are as nothing; they are regarded by him as worthless and less than nothing.


Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.


But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: with the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.


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